Annie January - Blog Posts
- π³π π’ππ πππππ π π'ππ ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ?
- π³π π’ππ πππππ π π'ππ ππ ππ ππππ?
(two another versions)
Π― ΡΡΡ ΠΆΡΡΡΠΊΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π°, Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ΄Π° Π²ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΏΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ, ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ π
And...
Why not? They really alike.
At one point I realized that Becca was somewhat similar to Mia and...
Resident Evil and The Boys crossover? Sounds good.
(I think Ethan doesn't exist in this universe, only Chris/Mia π₯²)
I bet it's already out there but PLEASE let there be a fic where they all live together in their polycule in domestic bliss please
βThe boysβ is just what these fuckers have named their polycule.
Ooohhh this ship goes soo hard!
(honestly I just wanna see Anne happy sn loved)
maevelight hanging out undercover kinda, so itβs just maggie and annie π«π₯
Requests are currently:
OPEN
The Boys Masterlist also includes The Boys Diabolical. It does NOT include Gen V NOR the comics.
Even though I might write for some characters more than others, the other characters are still available as well!
Do not be afraid to request anyone from the current open form of media of the Fandom!
Works:
COMING SOON
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Boys or any of its characters. The Boys is the property of Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson and Sony Interactive Entertainment This fanfiction is written purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for profit. Please support the original work!
Analyzing The Abilities of Characters From The Boys Pt. I
βοΈStarlightβοΈ
Annieβs definitely one of my favorites and I think her abilityβs one of the more straight forward of the cast. Sheβs photokinetic, but for the brunt of the show sheβs entirely dependent on synthetic/inorganic light. Without this electrical, manmade light she was βpowerlessβ, and at the beginning of Season 4, she fully lost her ability to channel this light whatsoever. This is all symbolic of her perceived reliance on the limelight to stay relevant and important. She was raised on paparazzi shots and baptized in spotlights, so up until more recently that was the only βpower sourceβ she had. I like to imagine that now, specifically because the S4 finale didnβt show her draining the car while Hughie was driving, sheβs drawing on either natural light to hint at her newfound desire for authenticity and hard truths, or internal light to draw on her own resilience and self actualization she gained through strangling a doppelgΓ€nger that taunted her lack of identity.
has anyone noticed it?
(11/10/2024)
TD 2023 X The Boys crossover!! The catalyst piece to [motions to this post] this whole thing... is suspiciously absent... Well, guess we'll have to find out together on Saturday the 17th! These were pretty fun though.
(You've seen my page. You know exactly who it is) (Frankly I'm just figuring out how to censor the blood in said piece) (I would also like to apologize to Bowie fans beforehand) (And Raj fans) (And Rajbow fans) (They don't break up or anything its just...)
Reblogs appreciated!
Annie: Homelander has lost his fucking mind.
Me:
@everyone:
IM THE NUMBER 1 STARLIGHTER. I'm here for starlight being violent, slapping bitches and kicking ass, fuck yeah. Im tryna link up with her, π―π―
AND SHES THE BITCH BEATING UR ASS!!
@everyone:
Who wants to request any 'The Boys' fics from me <3 π«π
My prerogative 2
n.o.t.e.s - Yeehaw, @bunnimu
Part 2 of My Prerogative
w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, gore topics, organs.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g -Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader
w.c. - 1189
4 weeks passed supposed off the accident happened. It was downtown New York, a few blocks away from your apartment. The Police and reinforcement and newscasters were there trying to find evidence of the massacre of human organs scattered in the alleyway.
'DAILY NEWS A BRUTAL MURDER HAPPENED IN DOWNTOWN NEW YORK,' the news headlines read.
It was a brutal scene; some sure came to the scene; it was something. Just to your luck, one theme was Homelander at the scene. It was interesting that a high-standing superhero was at the scene of the low massacre.
"She really gave us a show," he murmured with a little smile, his hand behind his back.
'VOUGHT' read from the building standpoint, home of the wonderous superhero as the seven. It must be pretty good working alongside superheroes; it must be a dream come true.
It really wasn't. But hey, you would do anything for the hefty paycheck that came into the mailbox, paying your bills. You scanned your id badge on your lanyard and walked into the bright building, holding your bag with you as you came to the elevator. Today was better than the week you had, especially with your crappy boss.
'DING' the elevator stops on the floor you're on as you entered in.
You felt better about today; you got a full night of rest, and you even got the time to make some coffee for yourself. Today was your day, bathing couldn't ruin it, you thought to yourself.
Pressing the floor buttons on the elevator panel onto the 68th floor, the elevator music pinning into the elevator; you stand on the side of the elevator until you hear some yelling.
"Wait! Hold the elevator!" a feminine voice ranged; you immediately press the opening elevator button, letting the women in before the elevator door was closed.
"Thank you so much!" she pants; she was holding a bunch of paperwork in her hands. "Busy schedule?" you respond, motioning to the paper she was holding.
"Uh, yes..mhm!" she responded as she look down, looking at her shoes.
"So, what department are you in" you place your hand on your hip as you stare at the shorter woman.
"Office management."
"PR"
After that, the silence was comfortable, more settling than what happened between and homelander.
"Oh, shit, could you press floor 38, please!"
"Sure thing" you pressed the floor on the elevator panel, and after that, some more silence settled in it wasn't awkward but better.
'Ding!" the elevator stopped at her station, and she stepped out, "Well, it was nice to meet you; oh wait," she stepped back before the elevator should close, "what's your name?"
"Y/N"
"Eliza, bye!" she waved as she ran to her office station; the elevator door closing as you only saw her brown hair in the wind.
It was refreshing to see a Vought employee not being a bitch to you, but I think today even improved for you, especially.
'Ding,' the elevator doors open, and you step out, walking to your office cubic with a bit of pep.
You didn't have to contact any stupid heroes, especially homelander. No whining, nothing from your boss; you opened the door to your office and sat down.
A big smile spreads across your face; nothing could go wrong or turn your body to face your computer.
Until your office door opened, the clanking of heels could be sounded in the silent office, gaining the attention of other people. It was a red-headed woman coming near you, holding a couple of folders in her hands.
You immediately turn your body away, hiding your face away from her, but it was completely useless. "Miss Y/N, isn't it right?"
You turned your body to her, "Yes, what do you need?"
"Straight to the point, I love it. My name is Ashley, and I want to give you a promotion of a lifetime! courtesy of Vought; if you can follow me to discuss further, that would be nice". She said.
"Sure.." you got up from your seat and followed her. You were an isolated space away from anyone, "Okay, so Y/N, this a wonderful opportunity for you. It's not a lie that you're a super, right?" She started, your eyebrows furrowed when she said 'supe.'
"What do you mean.." you respond to her accusation.
"Aren't you a supe, right? Well, we wanted you to tell us that you can become a professional supe, save people and be an inspiration to everyone, and also have a seat with the seven"
"What happened to transculent?
"Well, it's something I can't explain to you, especially, but..." she turned her head, "Would be a better step up than to work in a small office cubic.."
"How do you know?"
You immediately flipped her body and slammed her into the wall, grabbing her neck.
"How the fuck you know, Ashley. I'll snap your throat in half right now.."
She grasped your hand on your throat, and she slowly struggled against your strength. the clasp of boots echoed in the hallway, and a faint sight of an American flag was in your peripheral vision.
"Dammit" you took your hands off her throat. As Ashley rubbed her neck, with the faint grasp of your hand, the red mark was still on her skin.
You stepped away from her, as you stared at Homelander emerged from the shadows literally..
"You know, Y/N, that was a good stunt you pulled off earlier.." he said.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. You bit your lips, "What the fuck do you want!" you barked at him.
"I guess Ashley didn't tell you yet, Join the Seven," he responded with a small smile. "Im not good at math, but isn't there supposed to be 7 people, not 8" you respond.
Ashley was still on the floor, as she looked between you and the homelander. Her face was still expressed a bit of fear as you were yelling at homelander.
"Well, transculent missing, so you would still have a chance to be in there besides your power, and the seven would be better than what that cheap semitransparent cocksucker has.."
"Well, there's no way that happening" Take a step back, in case you had to run.
"Oh, sweetie, even you know that running is useless.." he looked at you.
You back up away from him, as you took a deep breath, and broke into a sprint, even though you were warned, you didn't listen.
The last thing you heard was some murmuring from the homelander.
Running into some Vought employees as you pushed some away, damn, who knew this building was so big, it was even hard with your heel pinching your feet.
You were stumbling as you tried to push some of the employees away from you. You saw a brief look of another super, 'Wait, was that..queen Maeve" you thought,
Before you notice it is too late, the last thing you saw was black, as you feel your body thrown over something like a ragdoll.
Today wasn't a good one, especially for you.
My prerogative
n.o.t.e.s - Sorry for being inactive for the past weeks :c
w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, the reader being disrespected on, a chainsaw man reference, gore topics, organs.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader (kind of?)
w.c. - 1637
Another day at Vought INC, you were sitting in your office writing up a storm in a document. You worked in the PR team for Vought superheroes.
Today was an especially hard day.
First, wake up late because of your alarm clock, then your phone is not even fucking charging.
Then if that wasn't good enough, being late to the train and then walking to work in heels that were 30 mins away. Then coming back to this hellhole for your boss to give you a horrible time at work.
As you were here fucking slaving away on your computer, your thought running around your head, it was hard to come with the concept for that experiment that you call heroes.
Not that you had any aggression with any of the superheroes except with The deep, translucent, and demon you call America's golden boy, Homelander. As you were typing on your computer in your small office, your boss walked up to you, clicking her heels annoying; not like you had an anger issue, but when you saw her, everything in your body rang anger.
"Y/N, your last idea was interesting, needless to say. I don't think that having Queen Maeve and Starlight helping out, survivors of Cyclone Idai, wouldn't be a good pitch. Think, Feminism, think two women showing the world that women can do anything." she slams the paper you worked hard on onto your desk, tapping down on the paper.
"What do you mean?" you responded to her interesting comments.
"What I said, a feminist is the topic" she exaggerate her hands and clasped her hand.
"Sure," your eyes twitched as you picked up the paper she placed on the desk.
As she walked out of your office, she yelled out, "-And make sure it is good this time!" the final comment made you crush the paper in your hand and throw it on the wall.
"What the hell does feminism do with superheroes" you mumbled yourself. Swiping a piece of your hair to the side of your ears, moving closer to the computer, and thinking about some ideas. Needless you say, you were fricking annoyed by the comments your boss said.
Bite at your lip, till it drew some blood. It was getting tiring, trying to live a normal life, was tiring, you thought of your choices when you were 12 between staying in the lab or escaping, but you glad that you are able to escape that hellhole than being monitored for 24 hrs, and ending to be doll being on display.
But ironic that you landed a job at the same brand you escaped. You wanted a breather from being locked up in your small office; besides that, your break was coming in, standing up and stretching your neck and your body. Walking out of your office, going to the elevator.
As you were walking down, getting pushed by two dickhead of Vought employees, they responded by saying to watch where you were walking.
The disrespect you were getting from this company was crazy. While you enter the elevator, pressing the 25th floor, where the company Starbucks was, you need some Caffeine to boost your mood and energy, even though Dunkin Donuts was better than the overpriced coffee store.
Standing the side of the elevator lending to the walls, as you scrolled on your phone while the elevator was going down. the elevator music chiming in.
Your eyes was still laid on your phone, you didn't notice the person that came into the elevator, not taking your eyes on off, until your eyes look at the familiar cape, it was red, white and blue.
Making quick eye contact with the person you dread meeting on top of that, Homelander.
But out of all the elevators in the building, why the heck would he take the elevator taken by lowly Vought employees? Getting off the wall, straightening yourself up.
He walked in with his hand behind his back.
The music chimed in and played through; your body was tense by his immediate presence, and the elevator door closed.
You wished that the elevator would go faster as you stared at the floor indicator with the lowering numbers of the floor going down. You should help it, but your heart was pumping out of your chest.
"So, I heard you got a promotion, Y/N." the comment he said caught you off guard, 'The Fuck' and you just stared at him.
Besides the point, he said that, your promotion was literally 6 months ago.
"Quiet, aren't we?" he looked you in the eye, and you soon pulled away.
"Thank you, Sir," you responded, not bothering to correct him. Now you were begging that time would go faster, biting down on your lip.
The elevator so coming down to the 25th floor, and he soon slapped his arm on the control panel breaking it and catching himself off caught.
Faster than you can even react, he grabbed your neck, pinning you to the elevator wall, leaving you shocked to even react.
An ominous chuckle erupted from him, "You honestly got everyone else fooled, but not me at all, Y/N."
You were scared for your life inside that elevator, there nobody here, and there was no one to hear you scream at all. "W-what, do you mean" you stared at him, your legs were trembling.
"Your not normal at all, you're more than having a lowly lifestyle. You are a god like me" he grabs your face and squishes it.
You help but stare at him; you have a hard time responding to him; even if you tried doing something, your chances of being slayed by him would be high.
"What?" the word slipped out of your mouth, you were wondering how he know, but I guess you can't hide anything from Homelander; if you were to lie, you would probably just die right there.
"Don't fuck with me, Y/N." he barked at you, his hand breaking inside the elevator wall. Your eyes felt wet, and tears were escaping you. Your lips were trembling.
"Don't fucking turn soft on me now." He yelled at you, "Just admit it, don't lie to me."
"O-okay, I am one" you mumbled, he released his grip on you and pressed the button on the elevator panel, as he stood away from you in his original spot.
You fell down on the floor, breathing heavily, as you put your face in your hand.
The elevator door opened, "Cut that crying crap up; it not working on me at all," he mumbled as he exited the elevator, with his hand behind his back in a military position.
The feeling of getting to Starbucks left your mind; the only thing you could hear in the elevator was music as the elevator closed; you just wanted to get out of this building.
Walking out of the tall building, it was accordingly 8:45 pm when you exited the building. Unfornutaly for you, your day was only getting worse; it started raining on you, soon drenching your body in water.
'Just my day..' you mumbled out
A terrific day for you since it was just sunny outside, and you didn't bother to bring one of your jackets with you, but that's just New York weather. Grabbing your bag and using it as a protection shield for your head, you ran to the train station to catch it from its left.
Entering the station, your body was drenched in water head to toe; as the sound of your soaking wet clothes made a 'plop' sound, you moved to the scanner, swiping your MetroCard into it. The gate opening allows you to enter the waiting area of the train.
The screeching sound of the train came halting at the station. The door opened, allowing the people inside to get out; you grabbed your stuff and entered as you sat down, waiting for your stop.
30 MINUTES LATER
Lucky for you, the rain wasn't as bad when you exited work. You were walking to your apartment complex; your clothes were less drenched than before but still had some moister.
It got way darker than before; you were walking down the street. You live a little far away from the Vought building, and you usually take some shortcuts to make your journey less. As you looked in the alleyway, you dismissed the idea from your mind, the time for using a shortcut was way too risky.
"HEY, LADY!" a masculine voice yelled, ringing in your ears.
"Just my luck," you muttered as you turned to the voice. "Give me all your money," the mysterious man said, holding a pocket knife and wearing all black.
"No," you responded to him.
"Do you want to die right now? Just give me your fucking purse, or I'll stab you in the fucking neck," he yelled, walking towards you.
"Maybe, but do you know what is even better than money" you walked towards the mysterious figure, throwing your bag onto the floor.
"Your life," you made a gun sign with one of your men and pointed towards him "bang" soon, the man's chest, stomach, and abdomen area were blasted off and sprayed on the wall. His head had a confused expression, and as his head landed on the floor, his legs fell down as well. It was a pure, clean cut; his organ was destroyed by the blast, and the red liquid was everywhere on the street.
His blood was sprayed on some of your clothes as you grabbed your bag from the dirty floor and walked away from the massacre of the man's body.
You didn't know it, but someone was following you as he popped out from his invisible trick. Translucent face had a scared expression etched on it as he looked at the gory display on the floor. The mysterious man's blood trickled down the street to the road.
"What the hell" he covered his mouth at the killing. Pulling out his mouth, testing the head of the seven, a message saying, "It 's the real deal."
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Starlight Comic Pics
I haven't watched or read The Boys but I have done some research out of curiosity. I like her first suit in the comics, I think it's cute. I censored them to the best of my ability. It took me some hours, to be honest. They're nothing special but it certainly beats searching on Google only to get a rude surprise. They are all screen shots.
I don't think this child is young Starlight, but the outfit is very similar.